Monday, 17 March 2014

A Nation Sitting On A Keg Of Gun Powder (A Satire by Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom)





A gigantic nation located in the Western part of Africa sits on a keg of gun powder.The nation Nigeria has its structure erected on a quicksand; disaster peeps through the window of the nation like the rude Sun radiating its light through the opening of a window.I am not a pessimist; I am just being factual and realistic. The political status of Nigeria is the unjust force that has imposed the sitting of the nation on an explosive keg.Analysis will be done to unravel the mysterious factors that have placed the nation in a state of terrorism, poverty and corruption.


In the year 1960 when Nigeria gained independence, hope swam in the water of abundance, freedom kicked captivity's manhood and ridiculed its weak strength.There was freedom to govern ourselves the way we wanted; but not anyhow, we forgot that at the onset. Political freedom granted us by the Colonialist has degenerated into political captivity. In the year 1966, the first coup d' etat was born as a baby to parents I will term corruption,greediness and foolishness.


The nation has been governed by different leaders who are all suffering from malnutrition or unbalanced diet.They may have all other nutrients in their mind system, but they are all deficient in selflessness.The present frustrating state of this nation can be linked to the bad past that had selfish leaders at the helm of political affairs.When the foundation is destroyed, what can the "clueless" righteous do? All blames will not be attributed to the past governments alone, the present government has also failed in its quest for rectification, rejuvenation, solution and transformation.

The once peaceful nation is now a screen where the world views violence as a movie.Terrorism is a fruit we have reaped from the tree of selfishness, religious intolerance,bad governance and corruption. The Islamist sect, Boko Haram, is an offspring of political failure not religious extremism as widely believed or publicized. This devilish baby, Boko Haram was conceived right from 1960 without anyone being aware. The founding fathers of democracy lacked selflessness, all aimed to rule by all means, they were like Maradona,foul play was pleasant to them as long as it produced result.These selfish acts stepped on the toes of peace,right from that moment, ethnic chauvinism was born and this led to the civil war in 1967, we thought that ended in 1970, but we were wrong. We only cut off the branches, the stump still lives and the branches have regrown with thorns that are piercing and choking the throat of the nation. Tribalism and religious extremism both have their roots in the political disaster we have nurtured with the water of selfishness.You might want to ridicule me as a novice who knows nothing about Nigerian politics and has presented a moral topic before you that has no significance:but you are wrong, below are cogent points that back me up.

Selfless leaders would not compromise the peace of the nation for their political ambitions.

A selfless leader would lose his sleep at night strategizing on security, knowing demonic creatures could possibly be aiming at bombing a school.

A selfless government will not allocate outrageous resources to itself knowing majority of the governed live in poverty.

A selfless leader will be gutsy enough to confront the cabals rather than intimidate and punish the masses by increasing fuel price.

Selfless government will destroy tribalism, nepotism, despotism and favouritism in the selection of people to governmental positions; meritability will be the watchword.

Selfless judiciary will put on a robe of justness and avoid prejudice and corruption in the delivery of justice.

Sectional leaders that are selfless will lose happiness and do anything to stop the violence emanating from religious extremism rather than become opportunists who aim at using anarchy to usurp power.

I will continue analyzing different occurrences of selfishness in this nation without an end if I aim at doing so.Our leaders must excrete selfishness for change to occur.Our leaders must drink the urine of selflessness if this nation will ever survive.I intentionally used ' urine' in this context; it signifies the odds and unpleasantness associated with being good or doing the right thing. Until our readers are ready to sacrifice their convenience and well-being for the nation; things will grow from worse to worst.



Politics feeds on a food I call wisdom. Stupidity is not a curse, it is the possession of a mentally retarded fellow. Foolishness is not an abuse; it is the manifestation of an undeveloped mind. What happens when our leaders lack wisdom? The followers suffer and the nation heads towards doom. As a writer of subtle approach, I will not term our leaders foolish nor stupid, but their ways are, their words are, their actions and inactions are. Imagine a leader of a nation who was being attacked by his followers due to insecurity, and all he had to say to defend himself was that, he was not a tyrant or a dictator. The truth is, you do not need to be autocratic before you enforce a change, all you need is wisdom married to timely action.

The obnoxious policies that have emanated from the present government are quite unpleasant and ludicrous. If security can take a huge chunk out of revenue allocation, but insecurity still mocks the nation the way butter does to a bread, then I am sorry for my fatherland.


It is unwise and stupid of the legislature to have ever had the time to debate on abortion and prostitution when basic challenges such as poor education and unemployment are laughing the nation to scorn.

It is unjustly stupid for the judiciary to have freed corrupt political leaders even when there was enough evidence to nail them to the cross.

I see nothing wise in a leader attempting to name an educational institution after a great icon of democracy when he hasn't fully delivered the dividends of democracy.

The government has failed likewise the citizens.A balanced view is what makes a writer just.Truth is bitter but sweet.As citizens, we have the power to vote in and vote out; but it saddens me to realise we often trade this single power or right for short term benefits. We sell our votes to them forgetting they have whips in hand to beat us for our misdeeds when they come to power.

Your vote should not be sold, it should be earned justly. Maybe we deserve the kind of government we have, but am forced to say 'nay'. Crafty politicians trick gullible citizens, so terrible! Yet again, I am forced to say 'yes' ; from among the people comes the leaders.

Before the completion of this satire, I have to add this hilarious piece: Sanni Abacha's blood system was extremely infected with selfishness to the extent that he attempted to eat an apple and a lady at the same time; that choked his throat and led to his demise. "Olojukokoro" I will call him in yoruba, "Oliver Twist" in English. He fell at the feet of his enemies when his body system crashed due to the presence of rampant virus (selfishness) ...I cannot vouch for the authenticity of this since we were all made to believe he died from an heart attack, heart attack my foot!


When our leaders start acquiring knowledge, they will begin to make effective decisions; when they embrace selflessness, terrorism and corruption will let go.

When the citizens become wise- they will put on the gown of patriotism, shun bribery, corruption and violence, vote based on meritability, avoid tribalism and be positive. SELL NO VOTE OF YOURS, LET IT BE EARNED JUSTLY; FOR YOUR VOTE IS NOT ATTACHED TO YOU ALONE, YOUR CHILDREN'S FUTURE IS IN IT, THE NATION'S FUTURE IS IN IT.


It is time for the nation to rise up from the seat, that seat of gun powder. Explosion may occur soon, and no one may have the opportunity to put on a fedora hat; not even the president and no time for a sheepish smile.


The right action by the leaders and citizens is what we need, we can spell transformation agenda since it has been echoed to our ears countless times, but we need to experience it. Now is the time!

Written by : Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Mi'Ca Harkless- Exceptional Singer and Song writer

Mi'Ca is an exceptional singer who is divinely designed with musical nutrition. As a writer, I spend much time nurturing my writing prowess,but life has a web which it uses to connect us together irrespective of our diverse identities and purposes.I secured Mi'Ca's assistance with ease while working on my book trailer, I needed a soundtrack and surprisingly she joyfully contributed her song 'Eternity' from her album- "Just Michelle". Listening to her song made me realise how exceptionally good  she is. Stunned by it,I humbly requested to feature her on my blog...You don't hide the good,you reveal it to all.

Listen to a song of hers to verify the accolades duly bestowed on her:




About Michelle Harkless
Mi'cA better known as Michelle Harkless is a singer -songwriter from Petersburg, Virginia with a unique sound of rnb, neo-soul, and gospel with a dash of reggae fusion. Mi'cA is inspired by Tweet, Lauryn Hill, and Sade. 
Mi'cA offers her musical talents in singing, songwriting, and collaboration for upcoming projects. She also offers her services as a keyboardist for churches and events.
Connect with her via these links: iTunes: http://smarturl.it/justmichelle-ep

Monday, 3 March 2014

The Rose ( A Poem by Christena AV Williams)

The Rose



A rose is just a flower
That is how it seems
When it blooms its beauty
It signifies life, love and eternity.

If you just think, it has a rose
Then that is what it will be
However, when you see the beauty
And you make it yours
Oh, how magnificent it can be.

When you talk about roses
You talk about love
A rose expresses your heart desires
I am like a rose in your garden
With beauty you see
It blossoms with the most notorious colours
It never dies.

It attracts the most enchanting creatures
That is filled with love
Would you take me?
More than just a rose,
A flower,

But beauty of love
That when you see
Me, so bright
Such delight
How can you not accept?
A profound love that is given,

A rose is much more than how it seems
It is to you to make it super fabulous
I am not just any rose
I am your rose.

Copyright Reserved.
Christena AV Williams

Author's Biography

Christena AV Williams is a young Jamaican poet and Author of newly published collection of poetry, “Pearls among Stones.” This book is accessible via the online bookstore blurb http://www.blurb.com/b/4148458-pearls-among-stones. This poet writes from the heart and soul spilling over inked by her lips and God’s gift manifested. She is lover of oldies, classics, Bob Marley, Gospel and country music and she is a radical thinker and writer and is not afraid to speak her mind. She is published in international anthologies, Magazines online, Anthologies for charities, blogs, blog talk radios, literary sites and the local newspaper Gleaner. Contacted via email williams.christena@yahoo.com




Friday, 28 February 2014

It Could Have Been You (Solidarity Pro Unitate)




O' My God, it could have been me
O' Humanity, it could have been you
Sleeping on a bed cursed with death
Slaughtered like rams in an abattoir.

Those kids must have said their prayers
Some must have recited spiritual mantras
Before giving sleep its right
Oh! O' sleep,why allow death snatch them from you?
So feeble are you to give them away as preys
to demonic vampires whose consciences
are seared by brutality and cruelty.

O' Nation, behold your future
O' Future, behold your nation
Has it any right to one?
Was your throat not slit while you slept?

40 kids,43 kids,59 kids
Ah!see the death figures above
Statistics are confused men
Blame them not
Those are lives in their prime
Cut off before their time.

O' People, rise up and confront the woes-
with claws shredding your tomorrow like papers
Hear me! You, who wear a fedora
Proffer solution to terrorism
and stop misplacing priorities.

O' Fathers,behold your kids grusomely murdered
O' Mothers,behold your kids violently butchered
O' Brothers, behold your sisters badly burnt
O' Sisters, behold your brothers gunned down
O' Mr. President, behold your citizens bereaved !
O' God, behold your gods utterly destroyed!

Call unto fury if positivism is its motive
Tell commiseration to shut up
Order solution to speak up
Call out the lions in every sheep.

This pen desires to write no more
It is not as indifferent as man
It weeps uncontrollably
But just before it faints,
Hear its blatant truth:
"It could have been you"

Written by: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom


As a foreigner, you wonder what birthed my poem ? Read this saddening news : http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/feb/25/boko-haram-kills-children-boarding-school

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

The Journey

The Journey




Off the factory of The Most High
Into the womb of an 'Eve'
Where I metamorphosed while being groomed
for the journey ahead.

Out I came
Clothed in a torn red garment
Crying to disapprove my forceful ejection
From a home best described as an 'oasis.'

As a child, I had fantasy as my pal
Innocence in me demonized reality
No pressure to insure pleasure
I lived like a bird.

Growing up grew responsibilities
Which were like weeds to be uprooted;
Standing up prepared me for an odious journey
But unavoidable it was-
Running away means starting right away.

Eagerness to try the trials
deprived me of sensible patience
But life itself held a cane its hand
A stroke of it for every erroneous step.

Here I am in the present,standing at a crossroad
Mathematically analyzing the length of the next step
Economically calculating the cost of the next step
Philosophically propounding the theoretical features of the next step
Religiously verifying the authenticity of the next step.

The journey!
It begins with a step
It is enjoyable with a step
It is detestable with a step
It ends with a step onto a life elsewhere.

Written by: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Pictures: Public Unveiling Of The Light Bearer

The Light Bearer was publicly unveiled on 15th February,2013. It was an interesting and an enlightening event with various activities which included a comedy performance by the dynamic Amb. Sam Afolabi, an interview with the author (Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom),  a book review session, a book signing session and a relationship talk by Olufemi Ogunjimi. Tolubooks capably hosted the event.

 The pictures below describe it all:











Good News: The Light Bearer Is Now Available in Nigeria

Before now, Nigerians willing to purchase the book encountered difficulty doing so since book was published by Nevermore Press in the United States and sold at the rate of $9.99 excluding the delivery fee.

Determined to make my book accessible to my fellow countrymen, I ordered for a limited number of copies despite the cost.
Copies of The Light Bearer are now available in Nigeria for purchase at the rate of 1500 naira including delivery fee (Book will be posted to interested buyers not residing in Lagos).

Willing to get a copy? Leave a comment on this post or directly call me through this no: 07034847164.

Thanks.

Saturday, 1 February 2014

CANCEROUS CORRUPTION ( International Poetry Collaboration; Marshall G. Kent Sr. And Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom)

CANCEROUS CORRUPTION ( International Poetry Collaboration; Marshall G. Kent Sr. And Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom)




I
Pitiful it is 
The nation which turns 
Its daughters into whores.
Corruption, the cancer
Eating lands shore to shore.
You chose your false god
Even though you were taught
To one you cleave and another run.

II
You've traded honour for dung,
Woe, becomes the song sung.
Are we to rape God's angels
In unholy pursuits?
The kingdom of heaven,
Can you loot?
You of perverted power and greed
Have everything but what you need.

I & II by Marshall G. Kent Sr.( United States)

III
Anguish is now an artist
A painter of pain on the face
Of the faceless masses
Suffering is now a carpenter
Nails of poverty hammered into the heads
of the impoverished masses.

IV
A nation clothed in extravagant robes
Flaunting its wealth to attract external termite
But ironically have its citizens feed on crumbs.
See their tummy; sack-like!
Cheeks so puffy like 'puff-puff'
They milk the nation dry
To nourish their insatiable greed
A day never lasts forever
Justice has just peeped in
It is coming over to take over!

Let the masses vote their senses.

III & IV by Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom ( Nigeria)

Picture Credit/ Source:http://stigdragholm.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/rich-and-poor-global_starvation.jpg

Thursday, 23 January 2014

I Am A Prisoner by Agarau Adedayo Adeyemi



I am a prisoner
I was defiled
By the flow of the street.

Lost
But found by the rhythms
Of the puffs I sniff.

No free education
Hooliganism is a craft to learn too.

Soon, cuffed by the trade of picks and pluck
A mastery at out-smarting.

I started breaking bottles
To hit the pages of the dailies.

Machete raising-
Gun TOTING-
Man slaughtering.

They forgot me on the street of hustle
But needed my strength with fights to bustle.

We both were avarice.

I killed them, he ordered me to
Steal their ballots too
Not for money, a better future for all.

He failed!

I smoked Indiana
To shake away my pain
Yet, my puffs still have the blood in its veins.

I butchered him
Plucked his heart.


Arrested!
Judged by the same men
That begged for a deal.

Jailed! For life!
Pathetic Law enforcers!
I am a prisoner now.

But I wonder who
Shall jail them.
Those who took our future
And drank it like a wine
Into their bellies of greed.

I am a prisoner
What say I've I owned?


Agarau Adedayo Adeyemi's Biography




He is a young writer that loves playing with words.He is passionate about poetry which he started writing in 2013, and has been featured in numerous anthologies since then.


Wednesday, 15 January 2014

The Artist By The Shore ( A Poem By Award-Winning International Writer; Elizabeth E. Castillo)

The Artist By The Shore



In the still of the night

All I hear is the slight drizzle by the window
Tiny droplets of rain making sounds as they fall on the ground.



On this cool July evening
Alone in my room 
Still can’t bring myself to slumber,
My mind starts to wander
How I long to be in a far away island.



Far away from this hustle and hurried life
Let time stop for a while as I dream on,
Walk bare footed on the white sand and watch the tiny waves playing like kids
As the cold wind sweeps and caresses my warm cheeks.



I dream of sitting by the seashore
Where I can sketch the setting sun in all its glory and beauty
Colorful hues of orange, yellow, red in my palette,
Gentle strokes of the paintbrush as I get hypnotized by its aura
Distant mountains at the far horizon caught my eye
Wondering how could I cross to the other side and be in another world.


I’m ‘gonna’ play my music, too

By the shore where the sound of the tides goes in rhythm with my heart
Appreciate the beautiful and astounding nature
Created by God, His gift to mankind,
By the shore is all I ‘wanna’ be
Spending time as I wait
For the sun to finally set in and bid it goodbye as I close my eyes and sleep.



Elizabeth E. Castillo © 2010



Elizabeth E. Castillo's Biography

Elizabeth E. Castillo is a professional feature writer/journalist/blogger/international published author & poet/online English Instructor from the Philippines in Asia.  Her articles and poems have appeared in international online magazines, literary magazines and printed publications. She was featured in more than 30 international poetry anthologies both in the USA, UK, Canada, Africa and India and currently working on upcoming anthologies which includes global charities. Elizabeth is a member of the American Authors Association (AAA) and also a Contributing Editor for Inner Child the Magazine, USA. Her first international poetry book “Seasons of Emotions” by Destiny to Write Publications, UK was released on January 7th 2013. She has garnered recognitions and awards some of which are: Second Place for “Author of the Year” at Destiny to Write Publications Poetry Awards 2013, UK and her book as Second Place also for “Book of the Year” as well as “Best New Comer” at the same awards. Her latest international awards include emerging as the Overall Winner at the recently held “Winning Strategies Magazine International Awards” (WISMIWA), USA recognizing her positive influence to her community as well as to people around the world through her works and another glass trophy award as an “Inspirational Poet” given by the PENTASI B Historical Forum/World Poetry Celebration held at the National Museum of the Philippines, November 15, 2013.

Photo Caption: Elizabeth E. Castillo being awarded Inspirational Poet of the year 2013 by PenPen B. Takipsilim and Ms. Ceri Naz.

Connect with Elizabeth E. Castillo on  her fan page via this link: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Snowys-Secret-World/233536796670543

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Praise: Halal ( A Poem by Okeke Akudo Nkemjika Christien)



Grizzling texture
Beautiful sensor
Decisive nature
Automatic flavour

Words marbled
Personality separated
Concepts organised
Creativity intensified

Arts from the blue
Pledged in as glue
Initiatives of the hope
Participation round the globe

Your grace
Just your praise
Just God's craft
Your faith

Okeke Akudo Nkemjika Christien's Biography


She is a devoted Christian who is mapped out to make her world better than she met it and her works which have been featured in national and international poetry anthologies, attest to this. She was also one of the creative writers invited in 2013 to both the fidelity bank creative writing workshop, Lagos State and the Garden city literary festival workshop in Port Harcourt, Rivers State.



Monday, 13 January 2014

Zodiac ( A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce)




At once the Universe
combusted
A mighty storm
arose
It seems the Zodiac
has taken
the less traveled
road.

Who are you,
what am I
and what about my horse
am I no longer the bull
stubborn and remorse?

Pluto has disappeared
from the planetary
system
and now I wonder
what exactly
is OUR
horoscopical
system?



Poet Siddartha Beth Pierce's Biography


Siddartha Beth Pierce was born in Fairfax, Virginia but moved to Marshall, Virginia when she was five years old.  She was raised in Fauquier and attended Fauquier High School before moving on to receive a Bachelor of Art Studio from George Mason University, a Masters of Art in Education with an emphasis in printmaking and Computer Art and Virginia Commonwealth in Richmond, Virginia.  She furthered her studies at VCU by continuing into the PhD. Program in Philosophy of Art History with a concentration in African and Contemporary Art.  Currently she is All but Dissertation (ABD).
Ms. Pierce was the Artist-in-Residence and Assistant Professor at Virginia State University in Petersburg, Virginia during 2001 wherein her art, poetry and teaching were featured on PBS, Around the Appomatox.
Her work has been shown nationally and featured in journals and magazines internationally.
In addition, to artwork, Siddartha is a poet and writer.  She has just released her second book entitled ‘I Do’ which is available via the artist.
She is a Mother, Poet, Artist, Educator and Art Historian.  Her works are informed by Nature, Math, Science, the Universal, Sub-Conscious and Metaphysical aspects we encounter throughout our lives.  She works with a variety of media including painting, drawing, printmaking, sculpture and some computer graphics.
Not only is her purpose self-exploration and philosophical researches, it also reaches to you, the reader and viewer in order to illicit a response mechanism within your own circle of knowledge, heart and soul.  It is her hope that each of you may find something of value to consider and expand upon your own lives and experiences.
It is her mission to bring these works to the public with a depth that is far reaching.
Love and Light!

Photo Credit to Garth Foster


Thursday, 9 January 2014

Poetic Tea (International Poetry Collaboration)




My pen was empty 
The ink spilled 
but not on my poetry pad
so bad to make one sad.

I was thinking to quit
and abandon my hobby
for a new 'hubby'; my egocentric empathy.

When suddenly,
You knocked at my door
and asked me for a poetic tea
Will I not serve you
to keep your soul warm?

By: Ligaw Makata (Philippines)

My pen like a plucked leaf is wry
Its ever flowing ink is dry
My soul is as thirsty as a camel
It is deserted by inspiration
Stranded in the desert of frustration.

Spotting a spotless mug of poetic tea
I call unto my pen to drink
And be revived
For the journey that lies ahead
Will not condone fainting.

O Poetess Ligaw,
My pen is revived
To pursue its purpose
Crying out loudly,
"How beneficial is symbiotic association to man?"

By: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom (Nigeria)

Written by: Ligaw Makata and Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom clamouring for beneficial association among writers.